Richie choked on his donut and almost spilled his coffee.
Jon’s eyes widened but he didn’t utter a single word.
“But honey, what about your job?”
“I’m between jobs at the moment and besides you two need some time together and the Hamptons is a beautiful place.”
All at once everyone asked.
“How do you know?”
Megan blushed profusely.
“I think I saw it in some magazine somewhere. Or TV. I’m not sure.”
Jon’s eyes had narrowed slightly, a grin forming on his lips. So she kept track of him through the years…..
“It wasn’t on tv you must have seen it in a magazine. So you like the place then?”
She turned away , heading for her chair. She wanted to slap the smirk from his face.
“It’s ok.”
“Aaaw see Mary. Its an ok place. You’ll like it there. Now Megan, are you sure you’re up to this? It’s a big place and a lot of laundry and I expect the rest of the band to arrive soon. We have a few servants there, so you wont do all the work, but they need to be supervised.”
“And I hope you can cook!” Richie threw in his penny’s worth.
Fury burned in her eyes.
“Do you doubt me?”
The hellcat was spitting fire again. Jon chuckled.
“No not at all. So its settled then.”
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